A high-fashion it-girl model. A photographer who won't fall in line. A photobook project that should've stayed professional. Orm doesn't chase - but Lingling Kwong doesn't bend, and that makes her a problem Orm fully intends to handle herself. Personally. Repeatedly. Until one of them breaks.

After fleeing Bangkok during a storm, media heiress Orm Kornnaphat finds unexpected peace at a secluded coastal retreat where she falls quietly, dangerously in love with Ling, a private chef raised in the hidden staff quarters of the property her family owns. But when their relationship is discovered, Ling is publicly destroyed by Orm's own media empire and disappears without a trace. Five years later, a mysterious world-renowned chef returns to Bangkok under a different name, forcing Orm to confront the woman and the love she never truly survived losing.

Orm, a vibrant and extroverted economics student, is the undeniable campus darling, always in the spotlight and thriving on attention. When she trips on her way to class, she expects the usual dramatic rescue, complete with awe-struck admirers. Instead, Lingling, a calm and composed law student, picks up her scattered belongings without fanfare or excitement. For Orm, it's a first-no fanfare, no swooning, just a quiet kindness that sparks a curiosity she can't quite shake. As Orm tries to unravel the mystery of this cool, unflappable girl, she's faced with a realization: maybe the most intriguing people aren't the ones who follow the script.

"Love me while I'm still breathing." Orm Kaede has spent most of her life inside the white walls of Room 308, her body failing her little by little to a rare illness no one knows how to cure. She laughs anyway, at the tubes, at the silence, at the way hope keeps sneaking back even when it shouldn't. Dr. Ling Vienne, thirty-two, is the hospital's calmest storm, a palliative care physician who's learned never to get attached. Her hands heal what they can, her heart stays out of reach. When Ling becomes Orm's attending doctor, humor meets restraint, warmth meets distance and somewhere between IV lines and midnight checkups, something forbidden begins to bloom. A story about love that arrives too late, laughter that hides fear, and the impossible wish of a girl who just wanted to be loved before she couldn't breathe anymore. Disclaimer: This story contains heavy angst and emotionally intense themes.

It starts with stitches. It becomes something neither of them planned for. Fast and real and a little terrifying, the way the best things are. But life has other ideas. Some people find each other once. Some people get a second chance. This is about what you do when the door opens again.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

At her bachelorette party, Lingling Kwong lets her friends drag her to a drag king show in Hong Kong's underground scene. There, she meets Korn - a confident and magnetic performer whose charm is impossible to ignore. What starts as harmless flirtation spirals into a night of passion, vulnerability, and discovery that makes Lingling question everything she thought she knew about herself... just days before her wedding.

Orm(GIP) ​Orm Kornnaphat is a woman who has everything: a Political Science degree she doesn't use, a professional gaming career that pays for her luxury Bangkok condo, and parents who treat her like the center of the universe. At 23, she's tall, cocky, and possesses a "wolf-cut" attitude that matches her hair-predatory, charming, and unapologetically perverted when she spots someone she likes. ​Enter Ling Kwong. At 30, Ling is the definition of composure. A brilliant accountant with a single, distracting beauty mark on her cheek, she views life through spreadsheets and tradition. While her parents in Khon Kaen nag her to marry, Ling remains a fortress of solitude-until a birthday dinner for her mentor changes everything. ​When the introverted accountant meets the extroverted gamer, the result is pure chaos. Orm doesn't just want to win the game; she wants to win the woman who thinks love is a distraction. Between Orm's shameless flirting and Ling's crumbling defenses, the professional boundaries of the bank are about to be completely liquidated.

Lingling Kwong and Orm Kornnaphat are rivals. They've spent years trying to beat each other, outscore each other, and prove who the better striker is. The problem is, the closer the rivalry gets... the harder it becomes to pretend it's only about soccer.

​​In the neon-soaked heat of Bangkok, two worlds collide on a crowded street corner. Orm Sethratanapong is a woman living on the edge of exhaustion, her life a cycle of grueling labor and the crushing weight of her mother's medical bills. Ling Kwong, a titan of industry with a bloodline that spans continents, has everything-except an heir. ​Driven by family pressure and a cynical view of love, Ling proposes a transaction: 100 million Baht for a legacy. ​For three months, Orm must transform. She must trade her mascot costumes and dish soap for silk robes and organic diets. She must live under Ling's roof, under Ling's watchful, cold eyes. But as the countdown to their "biological duty" ticks away, the distance between them shrinks. Orm discovers the lonely woman behind the tycoon, and Ling finds her cold logic melting under Orm's resilience. ​When the three months are up and the time comes to fulfill the contract, the act of "creating an heir" is no longer just business. It becomes a bridge between two souls who realized too late that you can't put a price on the heart.

In the rush of a chaotic morning, Orm Kornnaphat and Ying find themselves running against time, but things take an unexpected turn when Orm collides with a stranger at the corner of their building. The chance encounter sends the girl stumbling-only to be saved by Orm's quick reflexes. What should have been a simple apology turns into a moment of undeniable tension as Orm finds herself captivated by the stranger's beauty, completely at a loss for words. But the small girl isn't one to let it slide easily, her fiery retort, sharp gaze, and commanding presence catch Orm completely off guard. What starts as a collision might just be the start of something much bigger. This fic contains OrmLing and also LingOrm (I do not like patriarchy as one person only have to be a top or a bottom when in fact they are girlfriends x girlfriends, femxfem)